Salo

Isn't it amazing? Up until now the evening meals have been rubbish and even Martin has struggled to find something to eat. So we bought loads of snacks and stuffed our faces only to be offered all the good stuff in the dining room when we were too full to eat!!

This morning we opted for the later ferry and took the short trip to the nearest town of Salo. Some of the people we had spoken to had walked there, a 55 min stroll but we had also been told it wasn't a pleasant journey so the boat it was. It only took us 10 mins to walk around the shops and discover there wasn't much there we hadn't already seen in the other two towns we had visited although some of the buildings were interesting.

After that we looked at the few market/artisan stalls by the Quay.

We still had nearly 2 hours before the return boat was due so we sat, as almost everyone else was, having a drink and watching the world go by. We were opposite a stall selling ordinary polyester skirts, amazed at how many people stopped to spend an age searching through, feeling and holding up to themselves something from the meger 20 or so items on offer. 

One woman, already wearing a very similar white skirt, picked out a plain white one and went in-between the two curtains to try it on. We gasped as unbeknown to her the mirror on the other side of the stall was angled right into her changing spot and everyone sitting at the bar could see..well everything!

This particular cafe was great for another reason, everytime you ordered a drink a tray of nibbles came with it for free, crisps, olives, crackers, carrots and small pizza slices. 

We went for another stroll in the sunshine in case we had missed anything the first time round, pausing to watch an obviously inexperienced couple who had hired a small boat attempt to bring it into moor.  They were making a bit of a pigs ear out of it so we held out breath as twice one of them nearly fell into the water making a grab for the mooring bouy. I'm pretty sure the boat owner was holding his too as was the guy anchored in the next bay when they came close to crashing into him.

As we made our way back we noticed the couple who had asked us to join them for coffee the day before in the hotel bar, board the boat. Martin started chatting to them again, they had been to the gardens in Gardone as we had recommended. Again they invited us for coffee in the hotel bar, and we spent a pleasant two hours chatting to them as the rain, returning after a day of brilliant sunshine, splattered on the roof above us.